What good is speed if the brain has oozed out of the way? St. Jerome
Does that hurt your eyes?
I thought so.
It hurts mine, too.
And my head.
Now that the corn is chopped down, I can see I-69 from my “penthouse” window.
Perpetual motion.
Constant comings.
Constant goings.
When I’m yard sitting, I try not to focus in that direction.
It doesn’t belong in my “temple.”
But this morning I allowed myself to look. So many colors and styles of cars. And so many tankers and big rigs and panel trucks.
I thought about the people behind the windows. Who was in those vehicles? Where were they going? Were they safe or dangerous? What battles were they fighting? What heartaches and illness and grief and pain and fear plagued them? Were they alone or with others? Did they have families, and if so, were they on good terms? Was Jesus riding with them? If so, was He in the back seat or driving?
It struck me that for most of my life, I’ve lived on or near a main road. I grew up on US-27 before I-75 was built. Then we moved to a house (my parents still live there) where I-75 is visible across a field.
Maybe God has things to teach me about roads and paths.
“Temple” teachings.
Anyway, I tried to snap some pictures of the traffic, but even with the action setting, I couldn’t stop the blur.
And maybe that was the point.
Sometimes our accelerators get stuck. We whiz through our days and past each other, and time goes by in a blur.
It’s time to hit the brakes, pull over to the side, and rest.
Or is this just me?
What do you think?
“Slow down. Take a deep breath. What’s the hurry?
Why wear yourself out? Just what are you after anyway?”
Jeremiah 2:25a (Message)
Sharing my view with Cassandra and others today at the Moonboat Cafe.
There is definitely a need to slow down in my life…always a good reminder.
It’s so easy to get caught speeding. 😉
love that scripture 🙂
Always loved the lyric:
Slow down — you move too fast. Gotta make the morning last.
Life I love you, all is groovy.
That is such a great translation in the MSG Bible … good thoughts you’ve shared.
🙂
Yeah, I think you should go with the road analogy. There would be a lot for you in it!
For example, writing is like a road . . .
What, you’d didn’t like my toothbrushing analogy?
Hi Sandy –
Sometimes I wonder where the years have gone. Wasn’t it yesterday I was a kid with perpetual skinned elbows and knees?
Technology has sent my life into overdrive. You’re right. It’s time to put on the brakes, slow down, and rest.
Blessings,
Susan 🙂
Time goes by faster and faster. Remember how the summers dragged on and on when we were kids? Lazy and hazy?
I am ready to pull over to the side for the weekend! Need to pick up all that has oozed out this week, but think I will sleep for a couple of days first.
Whoosh! love you with a BIG “I”
I was thinking about just leaving some of my ooze.
My I is bigger than your I.
I love to play that game–wondering what the people behind the masks are like. When I was a little girl we used to play in a graveyard and I would be mesmerized by the names on the stones, wondering what their story was.
Some days I feel like that—blurred. Need a little porch-sit, a little slow down. None coming anytime soon. But we will make it, I suppose.
I love cemeteries! Just wandering and wondering.
I like this so much. I like where the path of rest and watching is taking you.
I don’t know where it’s taking me. But I’m enjoying the journey. 🙂
It’s not just you…we are forever enticed to accelerate in this fast-paced world, and many people are longing to slow down or, as you say, slam on the brakes. I meet them when I speak on this topic, and I hear from them after they discover my book (Not So Fast).
When I slow and still myself, I get a sense of what God may be trying to say to me.
When I’m in high-speed mode, all’s a blur.
We’re making ourselves sick–physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We’re swallowing chunks of time without even chewing, and it’s choking the life out of us.
When my father in law was living he liked to drive the interstate. He’d look across the empty cornfields at the homes that sat way back off the road and wonder out loud, “Nan,” (that’s what he called his wife) “what do you think those people in that house are doing?” I wonder if it ever crossed his mind they might be asking the same question about him.
That’s what’s fun about driving at night past houses where the drapes are open. You can see what they’re doing. Which reminds me–I better go close ours.
Love that message translation. Just what am I after, anyway? Good question. Thanks for asking.
Do you have an answer?
“Sometimes our accelerators get stuck. We whiz through our days and past each other, and time goes by in a blur.
It’s time to hit the brakes, pull over to the side, and rest.
Or is this just me?”
Nope…it’s not just you.
I really enjoyed this post and am learning so much from this series, Snady.
Hugs!
Do you think we’d cause a big wreck if a bunch of us squealed to a stop at once?
Thanks, Melinda. And hugs back to you.
Sometimes blurry is good, when it’s things I don’t need to focus on.
My problem is that I want to look at everything when I’m around me…and end up almost backending the car in front of me!
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Oh, I do that, too. And I’ve had near misses while I’m watching behind me to see if I’m going to be rearended.
I need to slow down more, behind the wheel, behind the scenes of my life. (Lord, please help me. Thank You for Snady’s words.)